donna claire malacad

Chasing Colours
          	I was chasing a path
          	To see the gold in a pot
          	Young mind that i had
          	Hindered me not to be glad.
          	
          	For these arch of glowing colours.
          	Appeared after the rain pours.
          	Right before my very eyes
          	A beauty that never lies
          	
          	Building smiles like magic
          	Without using any trick.
          	Never to point a finger! I was told.
          	But it's a scenery to behold.
          	
          	All that was in the past
          	The time when innocence is a must.
          	But this curve of different hues
          	Still banishes anyone's blues.
          	-Donnaclars